Blown away

Although not as fierce as yesterday, it was nevertheless sufficiently windy that getting home after woofer walking this morning, I felt like I'd just gone the distance with Muhammed Ali.

My lower back is playing up again - second time in a month - so standing up and sitting down are carefully planned activities, but straight walking is ok, so I did a quick Asda shop, in an otherwise very quiet, physically inactive afternoon, although I did get quite a few things done from my arm chair, including talking to the vet about Rufus' return journey to Turkey.

This evening bro and I went for dinner and a couple of pints at the Gardeners. It was raining when we came out. Not soft sweet April rain, but hard icy cold January rain. What on earth is going on?